The poetry of DS Maolalai

Modern art.

is a game
of colour.
just the placing
of checkers;
against white
on black
against white.
looking at a canvas
and the stains
somebody placed there;
not seeing anything
and sometimes
seeing something
after all.
like trying
to find words
on a dolphin
in surf. after all,
who says
we must look
for what the painter




Leaving your apartment

like smelling coffee
in a red
leather jacket
and stepping off a plane
to 5 o’clock
and the sun
still high.

or like coming
to a hot fire, this, like
breaking rocks
to find diamonds
or tipping over
heavy boxes
of fruit.

leaving your apartment
is the best thing
wherever you are,
putting on your sunglasses
as summer
on breaks winter
like an egg against the pan
and the wind comes in, light wind
with a smell
like corn
and faint
cigarette smoke
and the new croaking
of leaves.

DS Maolalai is a poet from Ireland who has been writing and publishing poetry for almost 10 years. His first collection, Love is Breaking Plates in the Garden, was published in 2016 by the Encircle Press, and he has a second collection forthcoming from Turas Press in 2019. He has been nominated for Best of the Web and twice for the Pushcart Prize.

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